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Post by Elixir Estamos Jr on Oct 14, 2008 15:28:14 GMT -5
We now go to a corridor in the arena. Elixir is with some fans signing autographs when Super Crazy show up. Elixir and Super Crazy catch each others eye.Elixir: Super Crazy!! Super Crazy: Elixir!! The two men walk towards each other and then Elixir extends his hand. Super Crazy accepts the handshakeElixir: You my friend know the meaning of my lifestyle, you know the energy, the life and I know you and I can put on a classic out there for these fans. Let us show them what you and I can do .... Super Crazy: Lets ... Elixir and Super Crazy together: Do it Now!They both take a step back, spin in a circle and then head off in opposite directions down the corridor to the music, which once again has started without warning.(Cut to promo for Halloween Hell)
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Coltrane
Opener
First Ever W*I*G* Champion
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Post by Coltrane on Oct 14, 2008 16:03:32 GMT -5
*The figure of Coltrane again stands in a room illuminated by a single dangling light bulb. He steps forward into the light. He is dressed... normally. No long flowing trenchcoat, no baseball cap obscuring his features. The theme of his clothes is still pure black; black sweater, black trousers, black shoes. There is but one exception to the darkness, the gold plate of the W*I*G Heavyweight Championship Belt fastened around his waist. Coltrane looks up & addresses the camera infront of him.* Coltrane: I did it. After all the years, after all the promoters, every company that looked at a skinny kid named Alexander Coltrane & said, "You'll never make it."; I silenced the doubters. I didn't want to hurt so many along the way. There were unfortunate casualties on my path to success. Now, though that I stand here as Wrestling's Innovaive Genesis Heavyweight Champion, those casualties were absolutely worth it. It might seem, now that I have acheived my ultimate goal, that it would be time to stop those casualties. But there are still many in this organisation, & worldwide, who have abused the gift that has been given to them. A career in professional wrestling is something to be treasured, but I have seen so many waste it. THE MAXX AWESOME... ( Dramatic Pause) was a clown, Sky Monix was a joke, Jason Hereford is a poseur, Raven is a drug-addled has-been. But perhaps none has made a bigger waste of his career than W*I*G's own Andy Duke. The man has all the talent in the world, maybe even enough to be the W*I*G Heavyweight Champion, but the man has done nothing since the start of his career but obsess over his women & his friends. Andy Duke has no focus. That is why I will give him focus. At Hallowe'en Hell, I shall lay this title [ he puts his hands on the belt around his waist] on the line against Andy Duke in a Barbed Wire Death Match! *The camera zooms back & suddenly the whole room is illuminated. We see that Coltrane is standing in the middle of a mess of tangled Barbed Wire all over the floor.* I will force him to bleed out his pain & his sympathy so that he too, can hope to become one of wrestling's true saviours. * "I Don't Wanna Be Me" plays as the scene fades out to a large graphic.* COLTRANE vs. DUKE For the W*I*G Heavyweight Championship October 31st HALLOWE'EN HELL
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Post by Jonathan Doe on Oct 14, 2008 23:58:12 GMT -5
*John Cena is backstage with Johnathan Doe, who, like always, has Cheyenne at his side. Oddly, she seems not to be chackled.
Cena: So, it appears that it was you who came up with the idea of the monster's ball match at Halloween Hell last week. Now, all of Exner's opponents have been named. But, I was looking at the card for this week, and Exner's name is absent. Do you have any idea where he is?
Doe: I do. He is where all animals belong...locked up. You see, I still have a hold on him. He is in captivity in our compound, where he shall remain until before the event this Hallow's Eve. No light. Minimal food and water. Beatings every hour on the hour. Normally, being in a situation such as that would break a man's spirit, but one can debate if that animal has a spirit.
Cena: How can you do such a thing.
Doe: He actually makes it easy. He doesn't speak. He rarely yelps. He is like a retarded dog. Loyal, until death. But what hell he is going through currently is nothing compared to what he'll go through on the 31st.
*Doe leaves, but Cheyene stays behind.
Cheyenne: He's wrong you know. About Exner. He yells. He screams. He cries out. And when he thinks no one is around, he talks. He vows revenge. Jon, he says how much of an animal Exner is, and its not true. He's simply misunderstood. He's...
*Jonathan comes back, and glares at Cheyenne. They both leave.
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ragnal
Opener
Doesn't like pretty pictures below his username.
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Post by ragnal on Oct 18, 2008 2:08:22 GMT -5
We return to the show, to find Kimona...doing a striptease in the ring? Fahell?
Tom: Wait...doesn't Kimona have a match tonight? What's she doing right now?!
Jeannie: If I was to guess, Tom, and my guess was right, I'd say Kimona's been duped. Again.
Out of nowhere, "Crimson Shadow" by DJ Taka plays, and Kimona, who's the most confused person in the arena right now, turns to the stage to try and figure out what's going on. Then, she continues to striptease, probably assuming it's just another song to dance to, but the whole time she's dancing she's unaware of Chick Aura coming down the ramp.
Tom: Well, this is going to be short and quick for Kimona.
Jeannie: At least she won't get the worst of it like Juri did.
Kimona simply keeps up her routine, unaware that Chick is standing right behind her.
Tom: She's really oblivious, huh?
Chick locks her arms around Kimona's waist, surprising her and lifting her into the air with a German Suplex. Kimona hits the mat hard, and Chick stomps down harshly. She then grabs Kimona's legs and falls to the mat, lifting Kimona up and catapulting her into the ropes, which causes her to bounce back down onto Chick's knees. Aura rolls Kimona off of her, and lifts her up one last time as she hits Kiss the Pavement. Aura goes for the pin.
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DING DING DING!
Aura's music plays, and she rolls out of the ring, not paying any of the displeased fans attention.
Tom: Well that was pretty short.
Jeannie: I'll say, and thank god! Time for more strapping boys!
Tom: I should've expected that. But anyway...wait, we have John Cena in the back interviewing Ada Banshou! Let's see if he can speak about Aura after the battle royale at Parade of Champions.
Backstage is where we find John Cena, mic in hand, as he stands next to Ada Banshou.
John Cena: So Ada, what's going on with Chick? last time everyone saw her at Parade of Champions...she was smiling. What was that all about?
Ada: Well, Mr. Cena, if you had paid attention to my last interpretation for Ms. Aura, you would understand that her point was made. She was eliminated by a group of women in WIG, and not one individual. It is because of this that Ms. Aura is proud to keep her status as the joshi of WIG.
Chick walks up behind Ada, her arms crossed.
Ada: It is because of her loss that Ms. Aura feels there is truly no competition here in WIG. After having demolished certain wrestlers and putting Ms. Sadamoto in the hospital, Ms. Aura feels that soon, she will have the glory in WIG, and that nobody can-
Suddenly, the scene cuts to static, and within a matter of seconds, the footage switches to this:
The footage returns to backstage, with Ada and Cena looking confused. Chick, meanwhile, looks up, her eyes bulging with anger.
Fade to next segment
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Post by Andy Duke on Oct 18, 2008 12:56:29 GMT -5
*We are backstage in The King's Court Lockerroom, where Andy Duke is sittind down and watching an old tape of a Terry Funk and Cactus Jack having a barbed-wire match from Japan, when Alexa walks in, clip-board in hand.
Alexa: I was thinking about who our new member is going to be. I have an idea, but you probably won't like it. How about...you're not even listening to me at all, are you?
Andy: Sorry. If not facing Coltrane was enough, its in a barbed-wire match. I need to focus on this match and only this match right now.
Alexa: (Sits next to Andy)Anything I can do to help?
Andy:(not taking his attention off the TV at first, but then eventually looks to her)Actually, I'd rather you not get involved with this match at all. This is probably going to be the most hellish match of my career, and I'd rather you just focus on finding a stablemate for now.
Alexa: I'm not some little girl, you know!
Andy: Oh believe me, I know that more than anyone. But Coltrane is a little different than what we're used to. He's unpredictable. I would hate myself if anything ever happened to you.
Alexa:....OK
Andy: So who did you say you were considering asking to join?
Alexa: Nope, remember? I got the parter stuff. You worry about the match. Actually, I'm gonna go work on that.
*Alexa leaves the locker room, while Andy doesn't even pay attention. The camera catches her outside the door. She has a frustratingly sad look on her face. She leaves camera view.
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Coltrane
Opener
First Ever W*I*G* Champion
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Post by Coltrane on Oct 19, 2008 15:20:35 GMT -5
* "Come Out & Play" by The Offspring starts up & Raven makes his way out on to the stage doing his spread arms pose. The fans give a huge pop for the former World Champion.* Howard Finkel: The following contest is a "Raven's Rules" match scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time-limit & it is for the W*I*G Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, from The Bowery, weighing in at 245lbs... RAAAA~VEN!!! Tom: This match is going to be contested under "Raven's Rules"? Did I hear that right? Jeannie: Apparently, Coltrane went to James E. Colvin & requested that it be this way. It's another way in which Coltrane wants to prove his adaptivity. *Raven continues his walk to the ring. His head bowed. He's dressed in his usual grungy attire; A Sandman T-Shirt, leather jacket, jean shorts & a plaid shirt tied around his waist. He rolls into the ring & sits in the corner waiting for his opponent.* "I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be me. I don't wanna be me... any more."*The W*I*G Heavyweight Champion walks right out, clad in his all black gear. He stops a moment at the top of the ramp & opens his coat to reveal the W*I*G Heavyweight Title around his waist.* Finkel: And his opponent, from Queens, New York, weighing in at 234lbs, the current reigning & defending W*I*G Heavyweight Champion... COOOOL~TRAAAAAAAANE! *Coltrane lifts his head just slightly to look out at the fans who boo him. But he quickly stops looking & marches on towards the ring again. Instantly sliding inside & disposing of his trenchcoat by dumping it outside. When Coltrane enters, Raven grabs the middle ropes to either side of him & drags himself up standing again.* DING-DING! *The two men come face-to-face in the middle of the ring. Immediately the start brawling with eachother. Raven seems to get the upper hand & he whips Coltrane into a corner. Raven tries to follow up with a clothesline in the corner. Coltrane dodges & slips outside the ring. Coltrane rummages around under the ring looking for something offensive. But Ravne has also left the ring. He grabs Coltrane from behind & tosses him back-first into the security railing. While Coltrane is still reeling from that assault, Raven delivers a Side Russian Leg Sweep into the railing.* Tom: Coltrane has just given us a perfect illustration of why it's never a good idea to challenge Raven to a Raven's Rules Match. *While Coltrane nurses his back, Raven goes looking for weaponry under the ring. He pulls out a chair, a trash can & a table. Raven throws all this paraphernalia in to the ring & drags Coltrane to his feet again. Raven is about to throw Coltrane back in the ring when Coltrane starts to fight back. Coltrane imitates Raven's earlier move & shoves Raven into the security railing, following up with a Russian Leg Sweep into the barricade. Coltrane wastes no time. He picks Raven up & whips him into the ring steps. Raven's knees hit the steps & he goes tumbling over them.* Jeannie: It seems as though Coltrane has got the hang of Raven's Rules now. *Coltrane makes to bash Raven's head against the ring-post, but Raven stops him & hits Coltrane's head against the post instead before rolling him back in the ring. Raven follows himself & does his pose as the fans cheer.* Tom: But Raven still has the advantage in this match. Coltrane'e entering an environment he's unfamiliar with. *Raven kicks Coltrane in the head before Coltrane is able to stand again. Raven sets a chair up in the middle of the ring.* Jeannie: We know what Raven's about to do here. *Raven brings Coltrane to his feet & whips him towards the ropes. Coltrane reverses & sends raven into the ropes. Coltrane catches Raven with a Drop Toe Hold on the rebound & sends Raven crashing face-first into the chair.* Tom: And Coltrane manages to steal the moves of another wrestler. Jeannie: Raven's been doing the same schtick for years, isn't it possible that Coltrane just knew what might be coming up & countered it? *Coltrane rolls Raven over, but doesn't go for a pin yet. Instead, Coltrane decides to set the table Raven slid into the ring earlier. Coltrane props the table up in the corner & unfolds it's legs to balance it. He turns right around into Raven who hits him with three consecutive jabs then nails him with a Discus Clothesline. Raven goes for a quick cover...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! Tom: Surely he didn't think it'd be that easy to beat the W*I*G Heavyweight Champion. Jeannie: Apparently he did Tom. And don't call me Shirley! *Coltrane gets back to his feet & takes a slug at Raven. Raven dodges & hits Coltrane with a Knee in the gut. Coltrane is doubled over, Raven sets him up for "The Raven Effect". Before Raven can hit the move, Coltrane grabs a hold of one of Raven's legs & uses all his strength to give him a modified Fisherman's Suplex. The ref counts...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! Jeannie: Coltrane very nearly finished the match without using his opponent's finisher! Tom: But he's certainly mimicked enough of Raven's other signature moves in the match. *Raven gets back to his feet. He picks up the trasch can & aims it at Coltrane. Coltrane side steps as Raven charges forth & he shoves Raven right through the table in the corner.* Tom: Coltrane has got Raven wound up just right. And now that Raven's gone through that table Coltrane's just moments away from victory. *Coltrane pulls Raven out of the pile of splintered wood. He picks him up in a front facelock & drags himback to the middle of the ring. Coltrane sets the chair that was used earlier down flat again & plants Raven on it with "The Raven Effect". Coltrane covers...* 1... 2... 3!!! *"I Don't Wanna Be Me" blares out over the speakers again.* Finkel: Here is your winner & STILL W*I*G Heavyweight Champion... COL~TRANE! Tom: After he went through the table was it necessary to give Raven "The Raven Effect" on the steel chair? Jeannie: Probably not, but Coltrane's a sadistic son of a bitch anyway! *The referee hands Coltrane his belt. Coltrane stands up to leave. He holds his belt in the air as he stands over the limp body of Raven.* Tom: At any rate, this match will have given Coltrane some decent practice for what he might be in for at Hallowe'en Hell. Jeannie: Not if there's Barbed Wire involved too, Tom. There's practically nothing in wrestling that can prepare you for that. *Coltrane exits the ring, grabbing his trenchcoat on the way. He never looks up. He carries right onto the back not turning around & we cut to a promo for Hallowe'en Hell.*
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Danny Taylor
Opener
One Half of the Victorious Colvin Cup Tournament Team
Posts: 25
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Post by Danny Taylor on Oct 20, 2008 14:09:56 GMT -5
Finkel: The following match is scheduled for one fall... *From out of the back comes Dawn Marie clad in all smiles and little else. Skipping down to the ring quickly, she tags the hands of the fans eager to touch a piece of ECW history (or so some would like you to think). As she reaches the stairs, Finkel continues.* Jeannie Lawless: More chicks.... ugh... Tom Bailey: Professionalism just isn't in your vocabulary is it? Jeannie Lawless: Vocabulary isn't either. Tom: Smooth. Finkel: From Woodbridge, NJ... Weighting in at 120 lbs.... DAWN MARIE! *She continues to wave to the crowd, entering the ring to complete her entrance but has her music cut off harshly.* Tom: Well that was rather rude. Jeannie: Anything that gets this over with quicker to bring on the boys again is good by me. *Immediately boos fill the arena as the country girl from California walks into the center of the stage with a smirk on her face. She too waves to the crowd, only to receive boos. She reacts by kicking the stage softly, shrugging, and before continuing down the ramp.* Tom: And here comes the self proclaimed “role model that you can trust”. Jeannie: Bah. If you people want a real model, look no further than here. Tom: Yes. Look at how not to be, young ladies. Jeannie: HEY! Finkel: And her opponent... From Greeley Hill, California... Weighing in at 167 lbs... Danny Taylor! *Feeling the music played for her for the first time, she performs a dance similar to a Native American style to the claps in rhythm. Reaching the ring apron she grabs the second rope then proceeds to pull herself up. Walking to the nearest turnbuckle, she takes off her hat and places it on the pole. Wiping her feet off on the apron she proceeds to enter. As Finkel steps out of the ring Danny casts off her denim vest to the stage hand and runs a hand through her hair in an attempt to get it out of her eyes.* Jeannie: A rare show of being a woman by Danny. Tom: How do you mean? Jeannie: She dresses like a dude, has a dude's name, and has no traces of class whatsoever. That's what I mean. Tom: Sounds like your type. Jeannie: I don't have types, I just like my dates to have a peni- Tom: GOOD NIGHT CHILDREN! *The bell rings as Dawn tries to size up the larger Danny. In response Danny circles her. Half a minute goes by before the former Mrs. Al Wilson holds up a hand. Miss Taylor pauses, rolling her eyes at the lack of a rush to contact, and decides to lean against the ropes. Just as she does so, the taste flies out of her mouth via a Bitch Slap. The crowd explodes in cheers as Dawn retreats to the circle of the ring to celebrate. All the while Danny holds her stinging cheek and follows Dawn with her eyes almost in outrage.* Jeannie: Nice one by Dawn. Tom: Quite unexpected. I imagine Danny's not getting to take this laying down. Jeannie: Of course not, she's still standing ya idiot! Tom: ... *The referee admonishes Dawn for the slap then calls Danny back from the ropes and she obliges. Dawn backs away slowly, expecting a charge, but Danny reassures her by walking slowly and signaling that she's not going to attack Dawn. In fact she suggests a lock up. Marie seems reluctant to do so perhaps because of the size disadvantage and looks for crowd support. The audience themselves seem unsure as well but cheer her on anyway. Finally Dawn nods and places her hand into Danny's. Yet is immediately kicked in the stomach and clubbed on the back of the head until she collapses down to the canvas.* Jeannie: Someone has anger issues. Tom: It seems to be a theme, that Danny's offense is not pretty like Lexi or Alexia. It's just straight up smashmouth- Jeannie: If you say next she's a brawler from the mean streets of Northern California, I'm going to smack you. Tom: ...I wasn't going to. Jeannie: Keep it that way, TR. *Refusing to let go, Danny yanks Dawn up to her feet by her left arm. In mid-pull, Taylor switches hands and stoops down to pull Marie over her shoulder. The bigger woman slightly bends her knees before leaping back to land her Desperada Drop. Immediately, Danny sits up. A zoom upon her face catches her mouthing “That's what you get for cheating”. A chorus of boos reach a fever pitch as the denimed clad woman rises to her feet.* Tom: That may cost Miss Taylor, she could have had it right there. Jeannie: Seriously? Seriously? You seriously think DAWN MARIE could come back from that. Tom: ...Sure? Jeannie: Did you eat paint chips as a child? *Miss Taylor tries to start a clapping chant for herself but is met with boos. She sighs as she walks over to the middle of the ropes. She leans against the ropes yet again, this time with her right foot resting on the bottom rope. Very slowly but surely Dawn begins to rise on near spaghetti legs. Danny rubs her now red cheek then slightly motions for her opponent to rise. The ECW vixen rises to a bent over position as she holds her abdomen. As she turns to where Danny is standing, the country gal pushes off the bottom rope and charges forward.* Tom: I think Danny's going to try to finish Dawn off with something right here. Jeannie: Maybe she'll use something original like a Spear or a Lariat.... MAYBE A BULLDOG! Tom: What? Jeannie: Generic finishers. Everyone gets them. *Danny hurdles her legs slightly over Dawn's shoulders and tucks herself under Dawn's legs. The larger woman spins in a 360, taking Dawn head over shoulders with her. The arena echoes with the sound of a harsh thud. The thud of Dawn Marie's head and neck crashing into the canvas.* OOOOO! Jeannie: DAYUM! Tom: I think that's good night for Dawn! Jeannie: More like good month! *The referee jerks away in shock then looks back to see the move set up Dawn immediately for a pin. The count begins but it is seemingly all but academically over.* 1! 2! 3! Tom: And it's over. Jeannie: Thank you, merciful Poseidon. Finkel: And your winner of the match, Danny Taylor! *Unhooking her legs from Dawn Marie's unconscious body, Danny rises with a beaming smile upon her face. Her hand is raised in the air by the ref but is quickly let go as he sees it more fit to check on Dawn than to give Danny more praise. Taylor looks on in disappointment as he drops her hand but quickly gets over it. It would seem, much to the crowd's displeasure, she is calling for a mic. And to their undying disgust, she gets one.* Tom: Looks like Miss Taylor wants to speak. Jeannie: AWWW DAMMIT! Danny: *She breathes deeply into the mic a few times before speaking* Now, Dawn, let that be a lesson to you. Next time you wrestle, please play nice. *The audience boos in kind.* Danny: I feel, even though you can't even begin to understand the greater good that I do for all of you... That you just are not understanding what I'm trying to convey. You see, I'm a role model you can trust. *The crowd boos to the comment.* Danny: I'm not like the newly crowned champion who's biggest word in her verbal dictionary is a disgraceful four lettered word of curse and who lacks the true femininity to represent the female ideal. Unlike some OTHER competitors in the Battle Royale, I do not have a Y chromosome. I'm all woman. *She slowly spins around, getting a few begrudging cheers for her curves.* Danny: AND I'm not some glow in the dark disaster that feels that drinking various unknown liquids at a “rave” is a responsible thing to show to the children of these fine United States. OF WHOM has disappeared after cheating and costing me a chance at what should be MY honor of carrying the golden torch. *The crowd returns to booing.* Danny: But no matter, a quick phone call to child services and that blemish on the face of WIG quickly disappeared along with her siblings who I hear are trying to get her back. How unfortunate that it comes down to this, good people of whom I gladly and humbly serve... That I must weed out those who are poisoning you. But I am your savior, your martyr, and your role model. And I, Daniel Richard Taylor Jr., have begun the cleansing. I will bring about a new era of perfection. Tom: I guess we know where Synthy, Lexi, and Tristan are now. Jeannie: Good rid.... SHE GOT RID OF TRISTAN?! THAT BIT- Tom: Breathe! *If the boos in the arena were to be converted into water, Danny would be drowning in them at this point.* Danny: But just as I thought I got rid of the two single worst harlots, foreigners in this pure land, another comes. An underage drinker who has the mouth that would make a sailor blush. “She”, although only mere DAYS since becoming an adult, dresses in such a manner that only the foulest of street walkers would stoop themselves to adorn. She might even be one, considering she spends all her time surrounded by her fellow country men and none around the fairer sex. What's worst of all, the final straw that snaps my heavy loaded back... She gloats about taking her peers out of action! How horrible! Tom: Didn't she just gloat about seeing Lexi kept out of WIG?! Jeannie: Maybe, to be honest I'm trying to block this bitch out. TRISTAN COME BACK! Tom: Oi. Danny: Furthermo- uk.youtube.com/watch?v=jbMpzElCnuA*The music plays for about 10 seconds before Maeve O'Hare appears on the stage beneath the W*I*G-Screen with a mic in her hand. Maeve is waering a Team Ireland T-shirt (with the sleeves cut off) & jeans. Her father stands right behind her. The crowd gives a cheer, more for the fact that she cut Danny off than for Maeve herself, who still has to really prove herself in W*I*G.* Jeannie: MORE WOMEN?! I thought wrestling was a sausage fest! Tom: No, just internet wrestling communities. *Maeve, gives her mic a few taps to make sure it's on.* Maeve: Hould on, hould on, hould on... UNDERAGE?! Here, I'm 19, so I am. *Coach O'Hare taps Maeve on the shoulder & whispers something in here ear.* Maeve: TWENTY-ONE?! Are you takin' the feckin' piss or what?! *In the ring, Danny is clearly shocked by the language Maeve is using and shakes her head in disapproval.* Maeve: Anyway, here... And what's this about the way I dress? I'll have you know I got those clothes out of Top Shop! They're not exactly cheap crap like your wee cowboy hat & all your denim crap that went out of style about 10 years ago & all. *The crowd give a slight chuckle at Danny's expense.* Maeve: And, I only gloated about taking one wee girl out. But, Jesus, she was asking for it anyway! That's all the past now, so it is. *Maeve makes her way on down to the ring.* Maeve: And we're not here to dwell on the past any more. *Coach O'Hare scrambles up the apron & holds the ropes open as Maeve steps through.* Maeve: [ To O'Hare] Cheers, Da. [ To Danny] See? I'm polite & all! We've all changed, even Sean... well, a wee bit. But there's one thing that hasn't changed, love. *Maeve gets right up into Danny's face.* Maeve: I still won't stand idly by & listen to mouthy wee bitches like YOU! *Danny folds her arms and slightly tilts her head to the side, Maeve takes a small step back.* Maeve: Soooo... in order to take out my frustrations a wee bit, I say we get involved in this big show that W*I*G has coming up. Y'know, that auld Hallowe'en Hell... 'cause I'd just LOVE the chance to kick ten shades of shite out of you. *In response, Danny uncrosses her arms and lifts her mic to her mouth.* Danny: Ahem. I'm sorry, I don't speak drunkard so I'll need a second to gather with what you said. Jeannie: I can't tell if that was a burn or just lame. Tom: Either way, it's offensive to the Irish people. Jeannie: ...eh? Danny: *She taps a finger against her forehead* Ah! You seek to challenge me in a competition which would take place at the upcoming Pay Per View of this fine company. And you delusionally think you will beat me. Far be it from me to turn down a challenge, so I shall say this as I offer my hand in a gentle agreement. You are still young and therefore not yet lost. You will be a special project of mine, so I will not try to hurt you too badly. I will save you from this horrid life you are living. Jeannie: And thus the Cult of Danny was formed. Tom: Stop it! *Maeve glares at Danny, with her hands on her hips. Maeve is claerly simmering at boiling point. She removes her hands from her hips & speaks again.* Maeve: Quit talkin' out yer hole, love. But this won't be just any auld match. Since you want to so totally "save me" from, like, drinkin' & all, & in the spirit of the event, no pun intended, how about we make this one a Bar-Room Brawl? *The crowd cheers.* Maeve: In fact I know a lovely wee place around the corner... *Maeve quickly drops her microphone & aims a clothesline at Danny. Danny quickly ducks the move & hits Maeve with a boot and lands her DRT. The crowd boos as the Greeley Gal gets the upper hand.* Jeannie: Can NOBODY put this bitch in her place? Tom: And professionalism dies again. Jeannie: No, professionalism died Mr. Hades was sent away! *Danny stands back up and looks over at the Coach with an "Aww, I'm sorry" shrug and raises the mic up her mouth once more.* Danny: Darlin', I accept your terms. Hope to see you at your best and too bad about that trip you just had. You should be more careful. *With that, she drops the mic and calmly walks out of the arena as if she's leading the sounds of boos to the locker room. Coach O'Hare kneels down next to Maeve who's pressing herself up off the mat with a look of murderous rage in her eyes. Danny doesn't even think to look back. O'Hare tries to persuade Maeve to hold back before we cut to commercial.*
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Post by L. Rey on Oct 20, 2008 20:47:02 GMT -5
*L. Rey’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoQdLJt--kE*The crowd pops as L. Rey comes out. He is wearing a leather coat, trendy shirt, blue jeans, and boots. He isn’t carrying his guitar as usual. He walks to the ring and enters it. Then, he walks across the ring and takes a microphone from Howard Finkel. L. Rey moves back to the center of the ring and starts talking.* L. Rey: I’m pretty sure all of ju here saw my match with James “Magnum” Constance at Parade Of Champions. Now, a lot of people have been telling me that it was a very good match…up until a one Toby Nicholas Tucker attack Magnum and me after the match. I’ve heard Mr. Tucker’s explanation for the attack. Apparently, Magnum was just talking with one of his girls, and Mr. Tucker got upset. So, I was attacked for no reason other than that I was there and tried to help Magnum. Now, Magnum has gotten his revenge on Mr. Tucker as you all have seen, by attacking him from behind. However, I have decided to do things differently. Now, I’m not judging Magnum for attacking Mr. Tucker from behind—that’s his prerogative. But, I want to do things a little more up front. So, Mr. Tucker, I want you to come out here right now and face me man to man! *The crowd cheers at the thought of L. Rey and TNT fighting. L. Rey takes off his jacket and shirt. Suddenly, Talia Bell’s music starts playing. www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rRCw3pxX1M Talia comes out as the crowd boos her. She is wearing a pink shirt, tight black jeans, and trendy shoes. She also has a microphone of her own. She enters the ring and steps up to L. Rey.* L. Rey: Ju are not Toby Nicholas Tucker. Talia: No, Oi’m not. L. Rey: So, where the hell is he? Is he not man enough to fight me!? Does he have to send one of his girls to face me!? Talia: Trust me, pal. He’s man inough. Howivir, TNT has bin uncapaceetatid by yur friend, Magnum. Oi’m afraid he’s un no condution to fight ya. So, why don’t ya just go back to yur locker and have yaself uh nice die, okī? L. Rey: No, that’s not okay. Ju see, I came out here to fight. I mean, I took off my shirt and jacket for just such an occasion. Now, why don’t you go backstage and bring Mr. Tucker out here so I can give him what I plan to give—my foot up his ass, okay? *The crowd cheers at the thought.* Talia: No, that’s not okī. Ya see, Oi’m sort of TNT’s protiction und vice virsa. The othir gurls and Oi look aftir hum, and he looks aftir us. So, Oi can’t let ya just haul off an’ put a boot up my friend’s ass. L. Rey: Oh, are ju gonna stop me? Talia: Yis. L. Rey: I’d like to see ju try. *Talia hauls off and slaps L. Rey. The audience lets out a shocked groan. L. Rey turns back to Talia as he rubs his cheek.* L. Rey: *laughs* Is that the best ju’ve got? *Suddenly, Talia slaps L. Rey again, this time with some more force. He turns back to Talia, rubbing his cheek. It’s starting to look red.* L. Rey: Well, ju are quite the jalapeño. However, it’s gonna take a lot more than… *Talia slaps L. Rey again. This time, L. Rey spins around. A trickle of blood comes down from the corner of his mouth. His cheek looks beet red. L. Rey wipes the blood from his mouth and looks at it. He turns around.* L. Rey: Okay, that’s enough. Do that one more time, and there will be consequences. *Talia slaps L. Rey again. He spins around again. More blood comes from his mouth. Suddenly, L. Rey turns around and slaps Talia. The crowd lets out a shocked groan. Talia turns around punches L. Rey. L. Rey punches back, and they are both wildly throwing punches at each other. Referees and backstage officials run to the ring and break both of them up. L. Rey and Talia struggle to get at each other as we cut to commercial.*
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Post by Aqil Ghassan on Oct 21, 2008 3:06:32 GMT -5
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Sabu's ECW Theme begins to pick up on the Colvintron, as the crowd gives a rather nice pop. Finkel: Introducing first, from Bombay, India, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the Homicidal... Suicidal... Genocidal... Death Defying Sabu! Sabu immediately emerges from the back, quickly pointing up toward the ceiling before making his way down toward the ring, looking a bit wildly back and forth while he walks down the ramp way. He then slides quickly into the ring, before dropping down onto his knees and pointing toward the ceiling once again, then rising back up and heading to his corner of the ring, now awaiting his opponent. Jeannie: Aww, not this guy. Why does Colvin let ugly people like him wrestle here? Tom: He's not too bad looking Lawless. I mean he could certainly be worse. Jeannie: What... you want to get in the barb wire bed with Sabu?! Tom: Absolutely not. He doesn't have to wait long, as this music starts up on the Colvintron, the crowd looking curiously toward the entrance ramp. They then witness the man known as Aqil Ghassan emerge from the back, a huge smile on his face, as he waves out excitedly toward the WIG crowd's, who respond with a pretty nice pop to welcome him. Finkel: And his opponent, making his WIG debut, from Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, weighing in at 258 pounds, Aqil Ghassan! Tom: Aqil Ghassan finally makes his debut here in the WIG sphere. I, for one, am excited to see what he can do in the ring. Jeannie: Damn Tom... yeah, this one is actual pretty hot, but do you have some kind of Arabian fetish?! What, you have a poster of Muhammad Hassan on your wall at home too?! Tom: That's not what I meant. Jeannie: Yeah yeah... whatever you say. The rather athletic man quickly makes his down toward the ring as well, looking quite excited, as he strides proudly down toward the ring, taking his time and slapping the hands of every fan in reach, quite a few of them seeming eager to do so, before he makes his way to the ring apron, springing atop and vaulting into the ring. He then steps into the center of the ring, then waves out toward the crowd once again, before heading back into his own corner of the ring. He forms a bit more of a serious look now, focusing on his opponent across from him in the ring, as both men wait for the match to start. The bell sounds as Sabu and Aqil quickly look across from one another, both men removing their head dresses, before quickly beginning to circle the ring. Sabu then immediately lunges in at Aqil's leg, only for the men to quickly move out of the way, Sabu quickly getting back to his feet, rising up just in time to get hit with a clothesline! he goes down, rising back to his feet, as Aqil quickly backs off himself, Sabu looking at him with a bit of annoyance it seems. The two of them quickly move in once again, as this time Aqil lunges in, quickly grabbing and going behind with a waist lock, Sabu looking a bit surprised at this, quickly aiming an elbow, only for Aqil to duck it, then take him down to the mat! He quickly floats over to the neck, applying a quick shoulder lock, as he tries to keep Sabu grounded for the moment. The homicidal one however manages to push back to his feet, pushing Aqil up with him, who quickly delivers a few quick knees to the head, dazing Sabu, as he quickly takes him into a fireman's carry, before looking for a quick cover. 1....2.. Tom: And Aqil showing off his wrestling ability early on. Jeannie: Nothing like watching a stud rolling around on the mat! Sabu kicks out. He quickly rises back to his feet, as Aqil follows, Sabu quickly aiming a dropkick to the head! Aqil gets nailed, going down and clutching at the head, as Sabu immediately charges forward, spring boarding off the ropes, looking for a slingshot leg drop! Aqil however instinctively rolls out of the way, as Sabu crashes, clutching at his spine slightly. Almost immediately, Aqil dives in, quickly rolling him up into a pin! 1....2.. Tom: Sabu made a mistake there. And Aqil capitalizes with a quick roll up. Jeannie: Hot and a great ring technician. Talk about your combo platter! Sabu escapes, as he backs off once again, Aqil rubbing slightly at his head as he rises back up. Sabu seems to look a bit annoyed at this, as he quickly charges in once again, aiming a clothesline, only for Aqil to quickly duck behind, switching and grabbing Sabu in a waist lock, before tossing him overhead with a quick German Suplex! Sabu lands hard, grasping at his neck in pain, as he rises back to his feet once again, only to get nailed with a knife edge chop across the throat! He stumbles back, as Aqil rears back with a second one, sending him staggering further, and then following with a third, Sabu however managing to duck under this one, then quickly unleashing a quick punches to Aqil's face, staggering the Arabian man back slightly, as he quickly backs off the ropes, coming back with a flying cross body! Aqil gets taken off his feet, as Sabu quickly goes for a cover. 1....2.. Jeannie: Damn it, Aqil don't let this loony beat you! Tom: Sabu showing he's no slouch in the ring either. He may not be a technician like Aqil seems to be, but he certainly has some effective offense of his own. Aqil kicks out. Sabu looks a bit annoyed, as he quickly bounces off the ropes, before coming back with a second low dropkick to the head, sending Aqil rolling along the mat! He grasps his head a bit further, as Sabu follows by heading toward the ropes again, springing off and coming back with a second slingshot leg drop attempt, this time nailing him across the throat! He quickly climbs atop for a second cover. 1....2... Tom: And Sabu connects with his patented Springboard leg drop. Seems he wants to prove his superiority to Ghassan. Jeannie: Not a chance. Aqil's just... a little off guard. Aqil kicks out again. Sabu quickly pulls him back to his feet, then grabs him for a suplex, only for Aqil to block it with his foot! Sabu looks at this a bit annoyed, as he quickly delivers with a few clubbing shots across the back of his head, then taking him down successfully with a Vertical suplex! Aqil grasps slightly at his back, as Sabu immediately climbs atop, grabbing him around the neck and quickly applying his Camel Clutch! Aqil grimaces in pain slightly, as he feels the hold being applied to him. He seems to be trying to find a way out, as Sabu wrenches back heavily across that neck of his, clearly intent on winning this match. He looks on with determination, as he yanks hard across the back of his neck,. Aqil fighting to endure the pain of this hold, as he now pushes off his stomach, Sabu looking on in horror as he does so, quickly pulling back even harder. Aqil however quickly slips free from between those legs, getting back to a vertical base, as Sabu instinctively climbs onto his back, now switching to a sleeper hold. Aqil however manages to hold him up with relative ease, before reaching back and throwing him off his neck! Sabu lands hard, grasping at his own back, pushing back to his feet, rising right into an Arabian Uppercut! He goes down, rising back up once more, as Aqil quickly nails him with a second one, taking him down once again! Sabu rises back to his feet once more, rubbing his face slightly, as Aqil charges in, grabbing and tossing him overhead with a belly to belly suplex! Sabu lands hard, grabbing his back in pain as he pushes up, turning around into an STO, which gets turned into a back breaker! Sabu grasps even further, as he pushes back to his feet. Aqil quickly swings behind him, taking him into a snap belly to back suplex, as Sabu grasps his back even further in pain. Aqil quickly drops down, hooking his leg for a cover. 1....2.... Jeanie: Oh yeah! Now that's what I'm talking about! Tom: Aqil seems to be back in the driver's seat, nailing with a quick flurry of moves to put Sabu down. Will it be enough? Sabu gets the shoulder up. Aqil quickly pulls him back to his feet, then quickly swinging around behind him, launching him for another German Suplex, only for Sabu to land on his feet, then charge in from behind, taking Aqil down with a bulldog from behind! Aqil grasps at his neck slightly, as Sabu quickly positions him near the ropes, then climbs outside, hitting a somersault leg drop from the ring apron, as Aqil grasps further at his neck. Sabu then points toward the sky, looking for the end as he heads toward the turnbuckles, climbing up atop and signaling for the steel chair free Arabian Face buster! He quickly leaps off, as Aqil starts to push back to his feet, only to move out of the way in time! Sabu lands hard, once again clutching his back, as he pushes back to his feet, just in time to receive a quick series of head butts to the face! He staggers back with each one, as Aqil immediately grabs him around the neck, planting him with an Impaler style DDT! He gets planted hard into the mat, clutching desperately at his neck, as Aqil then floats over, grabbing and wrenching back on Sabu with a Cross face! The Arabian man looks on in pain, hesitating for a bit, before immediately tapping out! Jeannie: Ow! That looked like it hurts. Tom: I'm told Aqil calls that combination the Dervish Rush. And it looks like it's enough to put Sabu away. Jeannie: Told ya he'd win! Finkel: Here is your winner... Aqil Ghassan! Aqil quickly lets go of the hold, as he rises to his feet, rubbing his head slightly, then holding his arms up in victory. The crowd gives him a nice pop, as he flashes a huge grin, immediately scooping up Howard Finkel with a rather friendly hug! Jeannie: What the hell does chrome dome got that I don't got? Tom: Aqil with a rather spirited celebration for his debut here in WIG. From what I can tell, Aqil Ghassan looks like he could be quite a force here in WIG. Aqil quickly drops Finkel to the ground, who seems a bit disoriented, as Sabu slowly rises off the mat, Aqil remaining in the ring and helping him to his feet, then holding his own arm in triumph. Sabu looks at him, rubbing at his neck, still suffering the effects of that Cross face, as he nods, then holds up Aqil's own own in victory, as the crowd cheers this good sportsmanship. Tom: Sabu showing some rather surprising sportsmanship of his own. I certainly didn't expect that! Jeannie: Hey... those Arabs gotta stick together. Personally though, I wish Aqil would just stick around me. Tom: Of course... As Aqil and Sabu exchange a rather friendly hug in the ring, we quickly cut to a video package for WIG's Halloween Hell.
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Coltrane
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Post by Coltrane on Oct 22, 2008 14:44:59 GMT -5
*A snowy picture fills the screen. It clears up sp that we can see a darkened room. Coltrane steps back from setting up the camera, presumably, to look into it. He is, as usual, dressed in an all black ensemble.*
Coltrane: Hello, Andy. I know you're nervous about our Barbed-Wire Death Match at Hallowe'en Hell. I mean, I'm nervous & I chose the stipulation!
I saw you watching that old Cactus Jack vs. Terry Funk Barbed-Wire Match on tape a few days ago. That's a good way to get fired up for our match. You watch matches like it that have gone before. Maybe you'll see a guy like Abyss or Terry Funk do something in the match that you'll want to look out for. I mean, checking out matches of a type that you're going into is always advisable.
But, Andy, I know an even better way to get fired up...
*Coltrane goes back behind the camera again. It's lifted & moved about a bit. The image shakes a bit as Coltrane moves the camera about. A light goes on in the room & Coltrane points the camera at the floor. It's the same Barbed-Wire "Cell" he was in before.*
Coltrane: See that, Andy? That's what we're looking forward to in just over a week... But, I've got something extra special here for you & I want everyone in W*I*G to see it.
*The camera swings up & we see a terrified looking Alexa King strapped to a chair. A gag is in her mouth & Barbed-Wire is loosely wrapped around her. Alexa seems to be bleeding from the forehead slightly. She screams & cries. Tears are streaming down her face.*
Coltrane: I want you to give me your all, Andy! That's why, when Alexa here approached me about being your partner, I examined her closely & took her here. I know she means something very special to you. But I want you to shut out all your distractions. With this woman out of the way, you can concentrate on nothing but our match. See you later, Andy.
*The camera blips off & the screen goes blank.*
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Post by Hardcore Hensley on Oct 22, 2008 17:51:07 GMT -5
Tom Bailey: Another terrific evening here in the W*I*G Sphere.
Jeannie Lawless: As always!
Bailey: Too true. In case you're yet to feel it, folks, "Old Man" Winter has indeed returned.
Lawless: Oh my Jesus, it's freezing out there! Lucky for us we've got all these studs in the back to balance things out!
Bailey: No comment.
"I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" interrupts the announce team.
Lawless: Speak of the Devil, and by Devil, I of course mean stud muffin!
Hardcore Hensley bursts onto the scene with a vengeance. He's decked in his street clothes, and is brandishing a microphone. Without any hesitation he makes his way to the ring. He slides in, and gets straight to business.
Hensley: Happy early Halloween, motherfuckers! We're almost only one week away from Halloween Hell, but I'll be damned if I ain't ready to get whipping some ass tonight! Ooh, Monster's Ball, just go ahead and chuck the rulebook out the window. Forget about wrestling, what goes down come Halloween, is gonna be simply fighting!
He takes a moment to soak in the fans' cries.
Hensley: Lemme elaborate, I'm gonna knock the holy hell out of each and everyone of my opponents. Exner, you confused, pathetic bastard. To be honest, you're the least of my worries because right now you're heads on backwards! You don't gotta clue what your game plan even is! Like me, you've got some issues with some certain individuals, but unlike me, you got no game plan for em. I've learned that you can't just go at some people. You gotta get yourself a strategy. Anything, really, is better than nothing. You, Exner, you got nothing.
Again, he captures himself in the cries momentarily. He chuckles to himself.
Hensley: Shane Malone, the "Celtic Giant". You know, Team Ireland has managed to stir up a decent buzz with their arrival here, but I know at least one person they ain't impressed. He's right here! Old Coach Patsy with Cap`n Donatello, "Lover Fighter" Don Juan, Shane, of course, and the manliest one of the bunch, Coach Patsy's son-
He stops himself comically, covering his mouth and the works, also dropping the mic.
Hensley: I mean, daughter.
He chuckles to himself once again as the audience is split on how to take that one. Several viewers are left speechless.
Hensley: I might have read about your accomplishments here and there, and maybe watched a couple of your matches, but there ain't none of y'all worthy to note! Seriously, Shane, in the back of my mind, for quite some time now actually, I've relished at just the mere thought of getting my hands on you. Your just my ideal attack. I see you, and I think, I just gotta get my mitts on you. I wanna see how I come away.
He steps back, glancing around the arena.
Hensley: Exner, Shane, I'll apologize right now. Before I even so much as think of going after either of you, there's gonna be another man I gotta deal with first. Joshua, I've told you face to face what I intend to do to you. I'm not chicken shit, I ain't gonna prance around this ring, chasing after those others. The LAST thing I want you thinking is that YOU'RE intimidating! Next Friday, Friday night lights, I'm gonna apply you with the ugliest, most painful beating you've ever experienced. Ask your bitch, Earnest, just how much it all really felt because what I did to him is gonna look like a little boo-boo when I'm through with your punk ass!
He throws down his mic, and retires backstage to "I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" again. He makes no motion whatsoever towards a single fan.
Bailey: Hardcore Hensley, ladies and gentlemen.
Lawless: Lovely as always!
Bailey: What exactly is wrong with you.
A promo contemplating the White Boys challengers takes them out.
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Post by Jonathan Doe on Oct 22, 2008 17:53:35 GMT -5
*We cut to a gritty shot of a poorly lit basement. A man in tattered slacks and a dress shirt is hunched in the corner. It is Exner. He is motionless, and his mask is torn and bloody. Suddenly, bright, flourescent overhead lights turn on, brightly lighting the room, which now appears to be an old, surgical room that has fallen into disrepair. Some of the tile is chipped and broken. Blood stains others. In the middle of the room is a large, leather chair with straps. Two masked men enter the room. The lights occasionally flicker.
Man 1: Hey,its feeding time.
*The man drops some old, raw meat on the floor in front of Exner. Exner doesn't move.
Man 1: Aren't you going to eat?
*Exner still doesn't move. The man kicks Exner in the ribs, which slumps him over.
Man 1: The boss was right, you are nothing but an animal. (To Man 2)Hey, help me get him in the chair. Its about that time of the day.
Man 2: I don't really see the point. Look at him. He's not going to fight back.
Man 1: You're right....shit! I forgot my tools. I'll get them. Make sure he doesn't try something.
Man 2: I don't think he can.
*Man 1 leaves.
Man 2:(Mocking the other man)Make sure he doesn't try something! Pfft! What does he think is going to happen? (To Exner)What can you possibly do right now? You're as weak as a kitten. Look at you (He hunches down in front of Exer).
*Suddenly, Exner springs up, and attacks the man. He bites the man's ear. The man lets out an insanely loud scream of pain, as Exner spits out what looks like at least a sizable chunk of the man's ear. The man falls the ground, bleeding profusely from the side of his head. Exner, how with fresh blood down the front of his mask and chest, crawles to the camera, and begins to faintly talk.
Exner: (Faintly)...Jon....you thought you could break me....but what...you don't realize....is you've just made things.....way worse....ha....just like a jackyl....I am most dangerous when caged....unfortunately....this....henchman of yours had to be an example of that....Jonathan...
*Suddenly, the first man quickly bursts back through the door, after hearing the crys of pain.
Man 1: You didn't start without me, did you?
*He sees his fellow captor lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood, and Exner close to the camera.
Man 1: Oh no you don't you little motherf****!
*He grabs a large pipe wrench, and clocks Exner over the back of the head. He turns out the lights, and now, you can hear someone being pummeled, and Exner letting out screams of pain. All goes silent, and then, the electric spark of a tazer, as the man uses it on Exner, who screams, and then goes silent.
*We cut back to the arena floor.
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Post by Jason Hereford on Oct 22, 2008 18:24:01 GMT -5
*Back in the W*I*G-Sphere, this theme starts up as Lance Storm walks out onto the stage. He dances for a bit, but the crowd begins to chant against him as he is introduced.* Finkel: This contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 231 pounds…LANCE STORM! *He makes his way down to the ring, trying to remain upbeat, but the chants continue.* BOOOORING! BOOOOOORING! BOOOOOOOOOOOORING! *Lance climbs into the ring, and his music fades out. The chants grind to a halt as “Living for the Weekend” starts up and Jason Hereford makes a strut onto the stage, greeted by boos. He whips his head back, straightening his greasy hair behind his head as he poses, his left arm bent around his torso and one arm pointed straight up to the sky. Jason makes his way down the aisle, the fans continuing their booing.* Finkel: And his opponent, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 221 pounds…JASON HEREFORD! *As he completely ignores the fans’ response to his appearance, Hereford lifts his filthy head up high, a bounce in his step as he makes his way down the aisle. He makes sure to keep his hands away from those of the audience—and vice versa—as he is looked on at with disgust. Jason slides into the ring, taking off his entrance gear as his music fades out, and the referee motions for the bell.* DING DING DING! Tom: Well Jeannie, Jason Hereford is back in action after his loss at Parade of Champions, and he seems somewhat…happy about it. Jeannie: And I’m totally…happy about him! *Hereford and Storm keep an equal distance from one another, circling. Both men quickly tie up and try to overpower one another. Storm gains the initial advantage, but then Hereford quickly pushes back on Lance. Keeping his footing, Lance Storm pushes Hereford back and manages to get him up in position for a vertical suplex. Hereford offers resistance to it and manages to lower himself back down, before slipping behind Lance Storm. He takes him down around the legs and shifts over for a headlock, but Lance is able to power out and force Jason up to his feet. Lance knocks Jason into the ropes with his shoulder, and they bounce back. Storm hits a Northern Lights Suplex, but Jason is able to flip out of the would-be pinfall. Both get to their feet, but the crowd begins to chant against Storm.* BOOOOOORING! BOOOOOOOOOOORING! Tom: The crowd certainly isn’t on Lance’s side tonight, despite their inherent hatred for Jason Hereford, and it’s really starting to get to him now. *Lance is losing his cool, looking at the fans and trying to quiet them down. He turns around for half a second, and before he knows it, finds himself in a full nelson courtesy of Jason Hereford. Hereford lifts him up and gives him a back breaker, but keeps the hold in and picks him up, before running to the side ever so slightly. Jason hits a Traction Backbreaker; Lance is down and Jason goes for the pin.* 1! 2! KICKOUT! *Jason quickly gets back up to his feet and mounts Lance from the front, hitting him with a few forearms and clenched punches. The ref looks at him, disappointed, and admonishes the repeated illegal hits. Jason looks back and shrugs, before going all-out with pure forearms. He wastes no time in getting back up and stomping the head of a dazed Storm, who is so overwhelmed that he is practically unable to mount a counter-attack. Jason goes to pick Storm up, but finally Lance is able to hit a leg lariat and plant Hereford down hard, on to the mat. Once more do the anti-Storm chants begin, and he again turns around to try to stop the fans from their activity. Jason shakes the cobwebs out of his head and picks himself up. Storm is still distracted from the chants, and with this, Hereford goes straight for the kill. The turns himself around and kicks Lance square in the gut, making him bend over and picks him up in double underhook position. But Storm is able to shift his weight, causing Hereford to have to let him down. Storm lifts him up over his shoulders and dumps him behind, turning around and going for his Canadian Maple Leaf.* Tom: An attempt to end this match right here from Storm! Can he do it? Jeannie: Well, who’s the one who earns a regular salary wrestling here? *Hereford groans, pulling himself towards the nearest bottom rope. Storm, still receiving chants against him, decides to end it early. He abandons his hold and runs toward the head of Jason Hereford, picking him up and putting him in suplex position. He tries to hit his Powerplex, but Hereford forces himself down, hits a low kick to the “lower abdomen” and reverses into a Bodkin Facebuster. He plants Lance Storm into the mat and rolls him over, going for the pin.* 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING! *“Living for the Weekend” picks back up over the speakers, as the crowd boos—despite their previous action against Lance Storm. Storm rolls out of the ring and stumbles to the back.* Finkel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…Jason HEREFORD! Tom: And that’s it, and once again the fans are all over him…but not in a good way. Jeannie: I’d be all— Tom: Don’t say it! *Jason looks around, motioning for a microphone—which he accepts from a ringside official—and his music cuts back off right away, lifting his chin up a little bit and grinning sourly.* Jason: Wow, look at that service! Don’t even have to say anything these days and they even do what I ask them. Poor creatures…ahem. Anyway, a few weeks ago at Parade of Champions, I was one of the four contenders to our little W*I*G Heavyweight Championship title. I survived past the unlucky Joshua and the utterly moronic Exner to be one of the final two men in the match. And of course, with my luck, after what looked to me to be a hard-fought victory and a grand end to my wretched existence as I know it, and my impoverished sorrow, became a tainted loss under the will of that wrestling charlatan who dubs himself COLTRANE. He stole all three of our movesets, headbutting me in my only remaining zone of dignity and finishing me off with the Dead End Driver. *Jason lowers his head, shaking it, and slicking his greasy hair back, he lifts his head back up.* Jason: Everything became a blur to me. The flashbulbs and strobes; the arena lights; everything flooded in a laughing torrent, assaulting me in my minute of disorientation. In a moment that felt like a life sentence, it was all over. He walked away the “clear” victor of our pitched battle, the first ever holder of our prestigious title. All the chips were down, winner take all—and he did, in fact, take every iota of what remained. Sure, I received a consolation purse, but really, what do I have to show for it? The cracked sunglasses? The torn-up jacket? The filthy pants? He got what really mattered in this, and I got nothing. And that, Coltrane, is why now, you can consider yourself officially at war with me. Because you will learn to regret the day—no, the very MOMENT—that you screwed over Jason Hereford. Mark my words. *Jason clenches his fists and looks back up to the fervent audience, who now seem to be in an uproar of begrudging agreement.* Jason: In the meantime Coltrane, you’ve got to deal with Andy Duke—who I’m sure now is ALSO furious at you, you psychopathic fool. I wish him the best of luck in dethroning you and making your life miserable, after all, I can actually sympathize with him for once. And that’s something I’ve never been able to do with him before. Not here in W*I*G, not anywhere else! But enough about you, Coltrane. Enough with me dignifying you by name. No. I’d like to bring up something else. A previous opponent of mine, by the name of Charles Stone. *The crowd breaks into vehement cheers at the mention of this name, but Hereford simply gives off a sneer and scrunches his nose.* Jason: Some people have been saying how I cheated him out of his victory and a shot for the title at Parade of Champions, and that he may very well have been the winner of both of them! Well, you know what? I’ve had it. Chaz Stone, James E. Colvin wants to make it official that we’ll be meeting up with one another again. And this time Chaz, there will be no more speculation. We’re going to settle this one, and it won’t just be for the sake of honor, or victory, or anything like that. I’m talking…the NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP for the W*I*G Championship title here. *The crowd cheers once again.* Tom: Does he really mean it? Jeannie: No, he’s totally faking everyone out and not doing anything at all. Jason: So Chaz, next time we meet up, it’ll all be on the line again. And we can see who really has earned the opportunity for Wrestling’s Innovative Genesis’ crowning achievement. *Jason drops the mic as “Living for the Weekend” picks back up again. He exits the ring, walking back up the ramp and making his exit.*
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Post by The Hardcore Disciple on Oct 22, 2008 20:30:44 GMT -5
*We head to the backstage area, away from the bustle of the locker rooms and the ruckus of craft services, to a somewhat secluded area near the loading docks. There, a pair of can spotlights, hung with care from an impromptu metal rigging, illuminate a equally slap-dash painting studio. Behind the great canvas, a familiar face puts the finishing touches on a new piece.*
Chaz: Aye dere, lads an' lasses! Helluva match aye had wit' ol' Har'core Hensley las' month, wannit? 'Twas an honor an' a pleasure ta face 'im, an' he was more dan a challenge fer me. Aye'm makin' a resolution ta face ye again, Hensley, an aye'm resolvin' ta make sure de bell dun ring 'till we 'ave a real winner next time--me! But enough abou' dat--'s time ta start lookin' to the future.
*Chaz dabs his brush in a cup of turpentine, then, satisfied with its cleanliness, sets it down on the tray. He rubs his hands together, letting the canvas dry.*
Chaz: Jason Hereford. Th' name's familiar ta many o' ye wee folk. He's da connivin' yella-bellied bawbag what robbed me o' me rightful spot in da inaugural championship match. Case ye canna guess, ah dun hold a high opinion o' that sad excuse o' a man. Jason, in case ye forgot, we've unfinished business, you an' me, an' aye've no intention o' lettin' ye off easy. Aye'll not leave ye ta peace 'till ah get mah hands on ye again, an' we settle this like true men--like Highlanders!
*Chaz stands up and removes a canvas apron from his torso, revealing a worn-out, long-sleeved T-shirt emblazoned with the logo of the Scottish Claymores and a pair of khakis. Both show signs of use in previous painting sessions.*
Chaz: Ye surprised me, howe'er. Aye figgered ye'd chicken out if given th' option, but 'ere ye are, pittin' us in a match at Halloween Hell. Dunno what kind jus' yet, but it dun matter ta me--it jes means aye kin start lookin' forward ta givin' ye some justice. 'Twas a mistake on yer part ta challenge me, a mistake yer gonna regret. Tha's not ta say ye're th' end o' mah quest 'ere...
*Chaz spins the easel around to face the camera. The picture depicts a large redhead with a bandanna and blue trousers standing with his back to the viewer on a turnbuckle. In his taped hand, he lifts the W*I*G Heavyweight Championship. The crowd in front of him is elated.*
Chaz: *beaming* 'ere's what ah see in mah future. Aye, a real piece of work, it is--jes like yer's truly! Aye, but it's a promise, ta me, and ta all mah fans. When aye'm done wit' Hereford, aye'm comin' fer the belt, and nay a soul 'ere who kin stop me. 'Sonly a matter o' time.
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The Innocent
Opener
Rosie: First Ever WIG Women's Champion
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Post by The Innocent on Oct 24, 2008 18:38:34 GMT -5
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Money, Power, and Respect starts up on the Colvintron, as the crowd cheers, giving Jazz a nice reaction as she steps out from the back, who simply steps down to the ring, not seeming to acknowledge the crowd's reaction, seeming intent on just beating her opponent.
Finkel: Introducing the opponent, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 148 pounds, Jazz!
Tom: This should be a good match right here. ECW Alumni, Jazz, taking on the woman eater known as Rosie.
Lawless: ... That's the worst nickname I've heard for anyone ever.
Tom: ...
Lawless: Usually, I'm not a fan of these women's matches, but if this Jazz can smack that ugly ass creature we call champion down, then hey, I'll enjoy watching!
Jazz quickly steps into the ring, heading over to the nearby turnbuckle and hopping atop, looking out to the crowd and holding up her fists to a decent pop, before she hops back down, now waiting in the corner of the ring, rolling her wrists confidently as she looks toward the entrance way.
She doesn't have to wait long, as St. Anger starts up on the Colvintron, entrance way lighting up once again in a golden light, the crowd booing quite loudly now, as the current WIG Women's Champion steps out from the back, belt wrapped around her neck, as she gives a rather nasty scowl, stomping down toward the ring and eying Jazz in the ring, who looks back in response, seeming determined to win this match up. Rosie simply rolls her eyes and focuses back on the ring, as she makes her way down, neither of her Innocent allies in tow it seems.
Finkel: And her opponent, representing The Innocent, from the Land of Purity, weighing in at 200 pounds, she is the current WIG Women's Champion... Rosie!
Tom: Speak of the devil.
Lawless: Geez... it's like she gets even uglier each week.
Tom: Like her or not, and I know you don't Lawless, Rosie is a tough competitor in the ring. She earned that belt fair and square and I'm certain she doesn't intend to let go of it anytime soon.
Rosie quickly hops onto the ring apron, stepping inside and heading over toward the center of the ring, taking that title from around her neck and holding it up high, only to quickly yank it back down, walking right up to Jazz's face in the corner, holding up the belt before her, practically rubbing it in her face. Jazz simply flashes a slightly more pleasant scowl back in her hideous face, as the champion steps away, shoving the belt into the referee's grip, who quickly takes it to the outside. Both women quickly step into the center of the ring, staring each other down, as they await the start of this match.
The bell sounds, as Rosie immediately charges in, taking Jazz down hard with a vicious bulldog lariat! She quickly rises back to her feet with a smirk, as she quickly yanks Jazz to her feet, raining down a series of vicious fists across her face as she does, before taking her into a headlock take down, quickly applying a side headlock on the mat. Jazz struggles a bit, but manages to fight back to her feet rather quickly, before quickly elbowing free, then bouncing off the ropes, only to walk right into a big boot from the WIG Women's Champion. She goes down hard, as Rosie quickly drops down, pressing a forearm across her face as she makes the cover. 1....2..
Lawless: DAMN!
Tom: Rosie asserting herself early on in this match.
Lawless: Another hit like that and Jazz will be looking as ugly as Rosie!
Jazz kicks out. Rosie simply yanks her back up, delivering a nasty head butt to the face, sending Jazz staggering back. She follows and delivers a second one, sending her back against the turnbuckle, as Rosie quickly follows with a rapid series of body punches, hunching Jazz over in the corner, before she follows with a vicious knee right to the face, sending her down and seated back against the turnbuckle. Rosie then backs up, a huge sneer on her disgusting face, before she charges in, delivering a second running boot right to the facial features of Jazz, who grimaces in pain, Rosie quickly yanking her out of the turnbuckle and making a cover. 1....2...
Tom: You have to think that Rosie is sending a message here to her opponent at Halloween Hell, Fannie Package.
Lawless: Gee, ya think? Speaking of which, that's another woman I could do without seeing... hell, it's a toss up on which of em is uglier!
Jazz kicks out again. Rosie looks a bit annoyed at this, as she quickly rises back up, stomping viciously right across the face of Jazz, who rolls around on the mat in pain, before Rosie yanks her back up by the neck, quickly looking for a swinging neck breaker. Jazz however shoves her off in mid move, Rosie staggering back a bit, as she turns around, right into a high spinning kick to the face! Rosie goes down, grasping at her face slightly, as Jazz quickly sprints forward, following with a high leg drop right across the face, sending the champion rolling along the mat, as Jazz quickly covers. 1....2..
Tom: And Jazz with a nice counter there, unleashing some offense of her own!
Lawless: It's pretty rare for someone to knock Rosie off her feet like that. Jazz is one tough woman.
Rosie powers out, sending Jazz sailing into the air. She looks a bit surprised, as Rosie rises back to her feet, rubbing her face slightly, then giving a rather angry scowl, as she quickly charges in for a clothesline. Jazz however cartwheels out of the way, sending Rosie stumbling forward again, as Jazz quickly charges in from behind, taking her into a quick school boy roll up! 1....2...
Lawless: I'd like to see Rosie do that!
Tom: Jazz continues to take advantage, with a textbook roll up move. The question is, will it be enough?
Rosie quickly escapes, as Jazz looks on a bit more confidently now. She rises to her feet, as Rosie turns around, quickly charging in, grabbing her for a Monkey Flip! Rosie however stops her in mid move, countering by hoisting her up high, then driving her down with a vicious Fireman's Carry DDT! Jazz lands hard on the mat, grasping at her neck in pain now, as Rosie stomps over, quickly stomping across that area viciously, doing even further damage, before leaping atop and pummeling Jazz with a series of vicious fists to the face, as the referee quickly comes over, demanding a clean break! Rosie simply rises up and scowls at the official, before yanking a dazed Jazz off the mat by her head, before delivering a brutal lariat, turning the poor woman inside out! The crowd boos, as Rosie grins, dropping down and pressing a forearm across her throat, looking for the cover. 1....2....
Tom: And Rosie snatches control of this match once again.
Lawless: Well... it was nice while it lasted.
Jazz gets the shoulder up. Rosie looks on with annoyance, as she quickly scoops Jazz off the mat, only to get a desperate fist to the face from Jazz, sending her staggering a bit, as she grasps at her neck, before unloading with a few more, rocking Rosie with each one. She then aims with another spin kick, Rosie however ducking under it, then taking her into a nasty Belly to Back Suplex, dropping her right on the back of that neck area. Jazz grimaces in pain, as Rosie quickly slips over, grabbing her around the neck and quickly locking on the Fury Grasp! Jazz's eyes go wide in pain, as she resists for a bit, but eventually she's had enough and taps out from the pain.
Tom: Jazz trying one last surge of offense here, but it's just not enough.
Lawless: That would be it. Thanks for coming Jazzy!
Finkel: Here is your winner... The WIG Women's Champion... Rosie!
Rosie keeps the hold clinched on just a bit longer, throwing a few nasty fists to the head of Jazz as she lies on the mat, before reluctantly letting go of her. The crowd boos quite loudly, as Rosie rises to her feet, rubbing slightly at her face again, then forming a disgusting sneer across it, as then referee holds up her arm in victory. She quickly shoves him off, before stomping toward the outside, snatching her title away once again and holding up in victory on the outside, the crowd booing even louder as she does so, as meanwhile in the ring, Jazz is still down on the mat, clutching desperately at her neck, as she seems to be gasping for air. The champion meanwhile notices this and smirks, snatching up a microphone and slipping back into the ring.
Lawless: Aw damn it... who gave her a microphone?!
Rosie: So... I see that dumbass roidbitch decided to take me up on my challenge. Well that's real smart of ya, and by smart I mean, the dumbest decision that you could've ever possibly made! You see what I just did to this bitch here in the ring? Hey, she may not be as pumped full of muscle juice as your manly self, but she's plenty damn strong I'd say. Guess what... I laid her ass out with ease!
The crowd boos this quite loudly, as Rosie forms a huge grin across her face.
Rosie: Yeah, you know I did. You all saw it with your damn eyes! I took this little skank here in the ring and broke her ugly little neck! But hey, maybe that's not enough proof that I can smack your ugly ass down. I mean, sure, you got all those friggin muscles bulging out your body, but that don't mean a damn thing to me. You can inject your fat ass with as many vitamins as you want, because in the end, it ain't gonna mean nothing to me! I'm just as strong as you!
The crowd boos this statement quite loudly, as Rosie gives a annoyed scowl.
Rosie: You punkasses don't believe me? Well... why don't I prove it to ya right now?!
She immediately stomps over, scooping Jazz off the mat with ease, who looks on in horror as she's lifted up. Rosie gives a huge grin, as she begins walking around the ring, pumping Jazz up and down like a human barbell as she does so, the crowd still booing quite loudly. He then removes one of her hands, now barely holding up Jazz with just one of them, as she cringes a bit, quickly putting the other arm back up there, then walking over toward the ring ropes on the outside. She then presses Jazz up, then tosses her to the outside with a crash! She lands just shy of the steel ramp way, as the crowd boos quite loudly, Jazz now laid out completely on the ground outside, Rosie walks back over and scoops up the microphone, dusting her hands off quite confidently.
Tom: Well, that's pretty impressive I suppose. Though I'm not quite sure it's quite up to par with Fannie's strength.
Lawless: Wow... Jazz went flying there.
Tom: Yeah... I don't think that was really necessary.
Lawless: Tom, Rosie being in WIG isn't necessary.
Rosie: There ya go. Fannie... you stupid roidmonkey, at Halloween Hell or whatever the hell it's called, I'm gonna beat you so bad, you won't know what hit ya. Bitch, I am the WIG Women's Champion and no matter what any of these other skanks in the back have to say about it, and the best damn champion living and breathing today in WIG! If you don't believe me, then I'll be happy to beat it into your dumbass skulls!
The crowd boos, as Rosie gives a huge sneer, scooping her belt back up and strapping it around her neck, then quickly stomping out of the ring once again to the back, as a few EMTs run out soon after, checking on the status of Jazz on the outside.
Tom: Strong words from the Womens Champion. Will Fannie Package be able to shut her up once and for all? We will find out at Halloween Hell.
Lawless: The next match better have some hot guys or I'm walking!
We quickly cut to a video package for Andy Duke vs Coltrane in a Barbed Wire Death match
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